New Wine

A night there was, When, doubting and severe, My weary thoughts contained in discontent Escaped In a thin cry; And, like the Psalmist, I trod softly midst the stars and questioned, Where is the place of inspiration, Where is its fountainhead? Cannot a certain quantity be spilled as blessing As I mount the toiling rounds of time? Obliquely then, a vital, slender star came near, And as I looked, the earthly spell dissolved in No small light, no little love, Or transient blessing; For not divisible was I from light or Life or Love. And in that sweep, that apogee, That swinging song of all infinity, There were transformed for me the sight and song To Science. Glowing as a grail, a sword, It turned its unquenched brightness in the consciousness of all, Trusting in its self-contained vitality To amplify its source and its reality. Love is the potency that pours New inspiration through being Universally; New living and new wine.

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